[NSFW] A Cage of His Own Making

Andreas dropped his keys and swore.

Elliot leaned against the bricks at the back entrance of Andreas’ building and grinned. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy, and the leftover bottle of wine from dinner dangled loosely in one hand. “Having problems?”

Alcohol and anticipation stirred in Andreas’ veins tonight, making him clumsy, but he managed to unlock the door after only a modicum of fumbling. “After you,” he said, gesturing Elliot inside.

Elliot breezed past him, grinning. “Always such a gentleman, even for other gentlemen.”

“Must be my polite Southern upbringing,” Andreas said, not feeling gentlemanly in the slightest as he watched the deliberate, slow sway of Elliot’s ass as they mounted the stairs leading to the apartment above.

“Hmm,” Elliot tossed a smirk over his shoulder. “Well, I hope your polite Southern upbringing is enjoying the show.”

Andreas grabbed Elliot’s waist just as they reached the top step and pressed him to the wall with a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Elliot sank into it like he’d been angling for exactly this result. “I think you’re well aware I’ve been enjoying the show all evening,” Andreas murmured before slipping his tongue into Elliot’s mouth again.

Andreas wasn’t used to casually thinking of people as ‘fuckable.’ Something in him demurred at easily reducing a person, particularly someone he liked or respected, to little more than a potential receptacle for the urges of his cock. However, Andreas had also never had to dine in public sitting across from Elliot Graham wearing a corset.

Through some miracle of cosmic timing, Andreas’ birthday had fallen on a Friday this year, and so Elliot had made a reservation for them at a chic little gastropub just a few blocks from the coffee shop.  Given the proximity to his home, Andreas had assumed he would be the first to arrive. Stepping across the threshold into the stylishly dim interior of the pub, his gaze had been caught by a bright criss-cross of red lacing running up the back of a black-clad figure at the bar. Andreas had enjoyed a brief moment of appreciation for the expert construction that served to accentuate a slim waist and rounded, tempting ass, and then Elliot had turned around to greet him with an insouciant smile.

Andreas’ throat had gone dry. Elliot looked absolutely, unequivocally fuckable.

A black suit jacket had remained draped over the back of Elliot’s barstool while they sipped pre-dinner drinks. He’d made no move to put it on when they moved to their reserved table, affording Andreas a long look at the gleaming silk, the taut lines of the boning, the dangling ends of the laces that twitched as he walked. While Elliot’s personal style on their dates reflected a consistent preference for tasteful tailoring and nontraditional masculinity, Andreas could not shake the thought that Elliot had chosen this particular outfit entirely for him.

Throughout dinner, Elliot held himself elegantly upright, as though the snug embrace of the corset was keeping him keenly conscious of his own body. It was an arresting thought that Elliot had made an ornament of himself and chosen Andreas’ aesthetic pleasure over his own bodily comfort. The bulk of Andreas’ attention had stayed glued to the nipped-in curve of Elliot’s waist and the subtly exaggerated flare of his hips as they sipped wine and nibbled their way through a parade of esoteric morsels from a menu that read more like a three-act play than a selection of food.

“Dessert?” Elliot had said, running the toe of his shoe up the inside of Andreas’ calf. “We’ve still got half a bottle left. Or are you ready to go home and open your present?”

“The wine can come with us,” Andreas had said firmly and Elliot had laughed, signaling for the check.

Stumbling through the door of Andreas’ apartment, they paused to give Moira her due share of greetings and attention. Depositing the wine on a side table, Elliot knelt and squished her cheeks and cooed at her until she felt she had been sufficiently loved, happily retreating to her bed at Andreas’ gentle command.

Elliot stood, swaying on his feet, and Andreas caught him around the waist again, hands flexing over the tight fabric and boning that had distracted him through most of dinner. “I don’t think we had enough to eat considering the amount of wine we drank,” Andreas said, nuzzling the back of Elliot’s neck.

Elliot leaned into him and laughed. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. It’s not like I’d planned to gorge myself tonight, but I think they forgot the part where restaurants were invented to alleviate hunger.”

“Even if we’d had a full meal, I think I’d still be plenty hungry right about now.” Andreas ran his hands meaningfully over Elliot’s cinched waist. “Was this really all for my benefit, then?”

Elliot shrugged. “You are the birthday boy after all. And a gift should be properly wrapped,” he said. He pressed his ass back to brush against where Andreas’ cock was half-hard in his pants. Elliot turned his head and bit lightly at Andreas’ lower lip with a grin. “I’ve got some cake here for you, too, if you’d like to get the party started.”

Andreas groaned. “Between the two of us, I’m the one who should be making the terrible Dad jokes, you know.”

“It’s not my fault you can’t appreciate a good line. My talents are wasted on you.”

Andreas slid a hand down to palm over the globes of Elliot’s ass. “I think I appreciate your talents just fine.”

Elliot twisted in Andreas’ arms to kiss him properly before shoving him toward the armchair next to the side table with the wine. “Sit,” he said, and then turned away to fetch something from the kitchen.

Andreas settled into the chair and half-listened to the sounds of Elliot puttering through the cabinets. In his forty-two years he had never felt so desirous of, or desired by, another person. By rights he should be in the throes of a midlife crisis, desperately spending money in a futile effort to prove his virility as the vestiges of youth slipped through his fingers. Instead, he found himself bringing coffee in bed every weekend to the most frustrating, fascinating, and truly fuckable person he’d ever known.

It had been so different with Kate. He’d been different with Kate—the perfect husband, a perfect gentleman, both in public and in bed. Andreas had built a life with her out of a love tinged with gratitude for her patience with him, her acceptance of him. Kate had inspired him to be the very best man he knew how to be, until he realized that being the best version of himself heralded the end of things between them.

Elliot, on the other hand, brought out the absolute devil in Andreas. Their chemistry was palpable. Some mornings Elliot entered the coffee shop and looked at Andreas like he wanted some extra cream to go with his coffee. That look sent a jolt straight to Andreas’ crotch and within minutes Andreas would be leaning against his door upstairs with Elliot on his knees having the literal life sucked out of him. Or vice versa. Truthfully the past year had been one of the best of his life so far.

He returned from the kitchen with a single wine glass and smoothly deposited himself in Andreas’ lap.

“I don’t get a glass?” Andreas said.

Elliot tore the tape the restaurant had placed on the neck of the wine bottle with his teeth in one well-practiced move. He poured a generous measure into the glass and then took a swig from the bottle before setting both on the side table.“The glass is for you, the bottle is for me.”

Andreas laughed and grabbed for him. “I don’t think we need to lower your inhibitions any more, you lush,” he said, even as he pulled Elliot in to kiss him. He tasted of dark fruit and spices. Andreas pulled back to nip along the sharp line of his jaw. “Wine and foamed essence of sea scallop followed by more wine is hardly a meal. Shall I make us something?”

“Mm.” Elliot squirmed in his lap until he had a knee on either side of Andreas’ thighs. “Later. I really think you should open your present now.”

Andreas took a moment to appreciate the picture Elliot made as he kneeled over him. The high-buttoned collar and dapper tie, the snug sleeves, the close cinch of the corset vest; it all served to highlight the fact that every bit of Elliot’s skin was hidden away from view, save his hands and face. After six months of dating, Andreas knew Elliot’s body intimately, knew what lay hidden under the black-on-black-on-black of every layer of fabric. He was as desperate to leave the corset in place as he was to peel away every last layer, to strip Elliot of all his armor until Andreas could get to the desperate, honest heart of him. They could have more than just passion if Elliot decided he wanted that too.

“You look so good it should be criminal,” he said, running his hands up Elliot’s thighs to trace his thumbs along the join of each leg.

“Yeah?” Elliot shivered and bit his lip, his hips jutting forward. “You gonna punish me for it?”

“I don’t know if I want to unwrap a present that looks this good.”

“You don’t even know what your present is yet.”

“Then maybe you should enlighten me. I can’t imagine anything better than this.”

Elliot smirked down at him and pulled a loop of silver chain from beneath his shirt. A small key dangled from it. “Happy Birthday.”

Andreas turned the key over between his fingertips. “What does it unlock?”

Elliot thumbed open the button of his trousers and drew down the zipper. “See for yourself,” he said, grin growing wider.

Andreas pushed aside the placket and was greeted by gleaming rings of steel enclosing the whole of Elliot’s cock, all snugly secured by a small padlock. “Goddamn,” he murmured.

“Your present,” Elliot said softly, stroking along Andreas’ cheek as he stared, slack-jawed. “Just for tonight, it’s all yours.”

Andreas shut his eyes and exhaled through his nose as Elliot placed the key around his neck. “Fuck.”

Elliot sighed happily. “I love it when I can make you swear.”

It was a hell of a gift. Elliot was not one to surrender control easily, and even within this offer of submission he’d found ways to dictate terms. Elliot had chosen the cage himself and decided the parameters of its use. Most of all, the cage worked both ways: if Andreas wanted the full pleasure of Elliot’s cock, to ride or to suck, he could not keep him caged. Without words Elliot had managed to assert the time-limited nature of his gift. The cage would have to come off eventually, whether Andreas liked it or not. It was devilishly clever, and it made Andreas want to pierce the thick-walled armor of Elliot’s heart even more.

“You had this on at dinner,” Andreas said. He did not bother to make it a question.

“Mmm hmm.” Elliot circled his hips slowly. “You get to make all the decisions tonight. When and how I come,” he said and then paused. “Or if I come at all.”

Andreas’ gut tightened and he reverently stroked the cage Elliot wore with his thumb. The idea of Elliot purposefully binding himself in this way aroused Andreas intensely, awakening his cock as deliberately as the teasing stroke of a finger. First the corset, and now the cage. Whatever mitigating effects tonight’s abundance of alcohol might have had on his arousal evaporated with the knowledge that Elliot had so meticulously arranged himself for Andreas’ sole enjoyment. He tested the sturdiness of the apparatus, the way the loop encircled and pulled Elliot’s testicles forward, and was rewarded with a gasp when his fingertips brushed Elliot’s reddened balls.

“Sensitive?”

Elliot nodded.

“No pain, though?” The cage looked appropriately sized, but this was almost certainly not an accessory that Elliot was accustomed to and Andreas wanted to be sure.

“It’s not exactly comfortable,” Elliot confessed. “But it doesn’t hurt.” He licked his lips. “I’m just very aware that it’s there.”

Andreas placed a hand over the skin-warmed bands of steel, adding to the weight of the cage, and felt the pulse under his palm as Elliot’s cock tried to respond. He removed his hand and grasped Elliot’s thighs instead, leaning up to kiss him again. “It’s rude to refuse a gift,” he said, running the pad of a thumb over Elliot’s lower lip. “So, I think we’re going to leave you in your cage while I fuck you.”

Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut and he shivered. “Yes,” he sighed, tongue darting out to wet Andreas’ thumb. “Fuck me.”

Elliot had likely choreographed the evening in his own mind to play out a certain way, and for the moment Andreas was content to play along, but he also had a strong desire to close every loophole Elliot thought he’d found within this controlled surrender. He clamped firm hands around the backs of Elliot’s thighs and kneaded Elliot’s ass. “You’d better go get on the bed, then.”

Elliot moved to tuck his cock away but Andreas stopped him with a hand on each wrist. “No,” he said. “That stays out. It belongs to me tonight.”

“Pervert.” Elliot leaned in close and grinned. “I’m glad you like your gift.”

Andreas slapped Elliot’s ass. “Bedroom. Now.”

Elliot laughed and scrambled off Andreas’ lap, making for the bed with Andreas hot on his heels.

Although Andreas planned to leave the cage in place, he was not about to deny himself the pleasure of experiencing the rest of Elliot’s body. With only a moment’s regret, Andreas made quick work of the hooks at the front of the corset, followed by Elliot’s tie. Elliot’s delighted gasp when he was released was nearly orgasmic. Andreas only had enough patience to open the buttons of Elliot’s shirt before he bore him down to the bed and Elliot’s mouth opened eagerly for his tongue. They kissed until they were both glassy-eyed and breathless.

“Pants off,” Andreas said, breathing hard and leaning away to give Elliot room and retrieve the lube and condoms from the nightstand. “Leave the shirt.”

Elliot looked amused but only hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his trousers down and off in a single sinuous motion.

“Hands and knees,” Andreas said, discarding his own shirt and pants.

“Mm, my favorite,” Elliot said, assuming the position and shivering slightly when Andreas rubbed slick fingers over his hole. It was puffy and red, the muscle already a little loose. Andreas was certain of it now; Elliot had definitely planned on being fucked tonight while wearing the cage, had probably intended to give up on orgasms in favor of maintaining control and avoiding the vulnerability he experienced every time he allowed Andreas to take him apart.

Andreas applied more lube and snaked one finger deep into Elliot’s ass, and wondered if he ought to let Elliot get away with it.

Elliot sighed and squirmed, dropping to his elbows and pushing his ass higher, giving Andreas a great view of his thwarted cock and balls trapped in the grip of the cage. Andreas added a second finger and listened to Elliot’s soft moan, and wondered what Elliot would do if he removed the cage right now.

“This feels so strange,” Elliot murmured. “I’m so turned on but I can’t do anything with it.”

Andreas moved his hand more deliberately, seeking out the firm nub of Elliot’s prostate, rubbing around the edges with a fingertip while Elliot encouraged him with soft moans and curses. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over Elliot’s skin and his breathing grew uneven. Andreas watched as the muscles of his thighs tensed and shook. On a whim, Andreas leaned in and pressed a firm tongue to Elliot’s perineum, just below where his rim was stretched around Andreas’ fingers.

“Fuck!” Elliot’s head reared up, and his hole fluttered and clenched, sucking Andreas’ fingers further inside.

“Good?”

“It’s...I can’t…” Elliot groaned. “I need...more,” he panted, hips squirming.

“More here?” Andreas pressed against Elliot’s prostate more directly in a series of quick pulses. “This is what you usually like.”

Elliot moaned and worked his hips into the rhythm of Andreas’ hand, but he shook his head in response. He let out a shivery laugh. “It’s like...I’m right there. Like I wanna cum, or piss, but it’s not enough.”

Andreas swallowed hard, his mind filled with images of Elliot losing control in all sorts of ways. He rubbed at his erection where it was still trapped in his underwear, suddenly aware that he was hard and aching. “I think I’ve done enough work for one day,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. “Come here and ride me.”

Elliot exhaled on a shuddering breath. “Whatever you say, birthday boy.”

Andreas arranged himself against the headboard and Elliot peeled back Andreas’ underwear to let his cock spring free. Elliot straddled him. With each movement, the cage flashed like a beacon as the steel rings caught the light. Andreas handed Elliot a condom, and felt something tender beat in his breast at the way Elliot’s hands fumbled when he tried to open it. Opening himself up to the strange limbo of directionless, unresolved arousal had clearly unsettled him.

Elliot sank down on Andreas’ cock with a relieved sigh, and Andreas tugged him forward to cradle his face and kiss him deeply. Elliot sometimes balked when sex between them strayed too far into romantic, emotionally intimate territory, but in this moment he simply crowded closer, sucking on Andreas’ tongue while his hips moved in desperate little hitches. The smooth ridges of the cage pressed into Andreas’ stomach.

Andreas broke the kiss and leaned back, running both hands down Elliot’s chest to tease at his nipples, before dropping down to rub lightly at Elliot’s balls. “Move,” he commanded gently.

“S-sensitive,” Elliot gasped, rising up on his knees and leaning on his hands to settle into a familiar rhythm that never failed to make Andreas grit his teeth for how good it felt on his cock.

Slowly, however, Elliot’s breath evened out. His expression cleared the longer he fucked himself on Andreas’ dick, the chastity cage seemingly forgotten as he watched Andreas with greedy eyes. Noting the angle and movement of his hips, Andreas realized Elliot was deliberately avoiding any glancing blows to his prostate and banking the fire of his own arousal.

Andreas planted his feet and thrust up, breaking the rhythm. Elliot choked out a helpless wail, involuntary and quickly suppressed, and Andreas knew he’d hit home just right. He grasped Elliot’s hips tightly and fucked his cock in with firm strokes, aiming for Elliot’s prostate, determined not to lose control before he heard that lovely sound again, and again. The cage jostled and bounced, pulling at Elliot’s dick and balls with each thrust.

“Ngh!” Elliot moaned, teeth gritting. He sat down hard as Andreas thrust up, impaling himself as he hiccuped on a gasp. He panted, helpless against the force of his own innate desire for physical pleasure, his body readily adapting to this new rhythm and angle that drove him toward gratification instead of away from it. Elliot grabbed blindly at Andreas’ shoulders, screwing his hips in tight little circles as he clenched and writhed on Andreas’ cock. “Oh, wait…oh, no…!”

Elliot sat down hard and his whole body tensed, trembling. A burble of semen shot through the loops of the cage, followed by a rapid pulsing dribble that quickly pooled and ran over Andreas’ abdomen. Elliot’s arms shook as he hung his head and braced himself over Andreas’ body, his hole still milking Andreas’ swollen cock with the involuntary throbs of his orgasm.

“I thought it wouldn’t happen…” Elliot moaned, even as he continued to clench and leak. “I practiced with it on before this… I never came...”

Elliot’s utter failure to discipline his own cock threatened to snap the last threads of Andreas’ control. His apparent disappointment at his orgasm filled Andreas with a wave of affection and arousal so strong it bordered on violence. Quickly but carefully, Andreas flipped them and withdrew from Elliot’s body. He whipped off the condom and masturbated furiously, pressing the sensitive tip of his cock to the rings of Elliot’s cage. He fixed his gaze on the small glimpse of Elliot’s softening prick, the head glistening and wet with semen. Andreas came, hard, pumping his cock and doing his best to shoot his load into the interior of the cage, thinking only of ejaculating on Elliot’s cock while it still belonged to him.

Underneath him, Elliot was still mumbling, “Sorry…I thought that wouldn’t happen… I swear I practiced.”

Andreas leaned in and kissed him soundly, even though his head was still spinning and his breathing uneven. He scrabbled for the key around his neck and removed the cage with care. Chest heaving, he looked down at Elliot’s prone body, his softened cock wet with their mingled semen and his mouth watered.

“Let me…” he begged, kissing his way down Elliot’s body, nudging softly at Elliot’s balls with a knuckle. “Please let me…”

Elliot only whimpered in response, but he opened his legs to give Andreas more room. Andreas exhaled in a rush, leaning in to carefully enclose the whole of Elliot’s soft penis in the heat of his mouth for a long moment, inhaling the scent of semen and sweat. He sucked lightly, and above him, Elliot twitched and groaned. Andreas gently laved at his balls with broad strokes of his tongue, cleaning him of the worst of the mess, and indulged in the fine tremors and small pained noises Elliot made, all without a word of protest.

Andreas' heart felt immeasurably full.

He crawled up the bed, pressing a musky kiss to Elliot’s mouth, and felt warmed down to his bones when Elliot pulled him closer and slipped his tongue in. He pulled back to press a kiss to Elliot’s forehead. “You are incredible,” he whispered. “I am so lucky to be with you.”

Elliot squirmed and averted his gaze. “Less talking, more cuddling.”

Andreas smiled and obliged him, wrapping an arm around Elliot’s waist, still quite taut and slim without the reinforcing lines of the corset. Under his hand, Elliot’s stomach rumbled.

Andreas chuckled. “Should I go make us something?”

Elliot clamped a hand to the arm around his waist. “Later,” he said. “After a nap. And a shower.” He tangled their legs together as though to ensure Andreas would not be able to exit the bed.

“As you wish.”

Elliot yawned. “S’posed to be about your wishes today, birthday boy.”

Andreas pressed his nose to Elliot’s hair and breathed him in. He’d never tire of Elliot’s scent. “I don’t know if you realize this, but you’ve made more of my wishes come true than anyone else I’ve ever known.” He glanced over at the clock. “And it’s three minutes past midnight. I am now legally allowed to take other wishes into account.”

“Then I wish for a nap, and a shower--” Elliot interrupted himself with another yawn “--and then a snack,” he murmured. He fell silent, and after a moment began to snore softly

Andreas let his own eyes drift shut, feeling content. “And many happy returns.”